Chapters 3: Years of Happiness
From the time I was born till I was about three years old those were years of happiness where I felt I was on cloud nine and I never thought I would fall. I was a happy child. I would always a smile on my face. I love those days with a passion.
In those years I learned how to read when I was two and half years old. I was very smart for my age. I mean I began to talk by the age of six months.
How I became so smart that young of an age was because my grandfather and my grandmother would take me to their work offices. And teach me while they worked.
Grandfather was an Auron for the Ministry and an asst. for DADA (Defense Against Dark Arts) in America, yet he never went to America because of me he said. Grandmother was a potions aka Alchemist. She made potions and sold them to Ministry. They would work long hard hours but they always had me around.
It seem that my grandparents treated me like I was their daughter. I mean my parents were very distant from me since I was born. It was rumor that my grandfather took me only days after my birth. I ask grandfather if it was true but all he did was say, "my dear child your mother and…. father are busy people and think they can handle you." He explained and yet I didn't understand. They had another son and he wasn't taken until I was three.
Their other child was born in the fall of the next year after I was born. He was a large child with chubby cheeks. He had almond hazel-blue eyes. I never really knew him because my mum and dad always kept him so closely near. It was almost like if I were to become close that I would change him.
The years passed and I grew up more but I was still a curious child. I lived in a mansion that had at least forty rooms on just the first floor. The second floor has just as many. I normally went freely to where I wished. Yet, there was always something I felt watching me. It was not a calming sensation. The mansion's cream marble walls had an essence of dark secrets and lies.
Even with the walls full of secrets and lies, I saw myself protective. It was more like I was sheltered from my family. I would see members of my look pale like they were vampires. They made me feel like they wanted to take my soul just like the Demontors from Azkaban Prison. The only person who truly protected me was grandfather.
This was my dream world almost because the only thing keeping me here would not last long and then I began to fade.